Chapter 51
CHAPTER 51
Ash
As soon as we were back in the room, as if by sexual magic, I found myself naked and lying on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his shorts down. He reached into a bag on the floor, and took out a condom, all the while locking eyes with me.
“Regular.” He put the foil between his teeth and ripped it in one swift move, spitting the corner onto the floor. He tossed the open packet onto the bed next to me and then slowly crawled up over my naked body. Something about the condom wrapper being tossed down on the bed next to me, ready to use, open, a promise of what was to come, made me instantly wet.
“Not yet,” he said, smiling, looking down at my wetness, which had not escaped his notice. “There are still more things I want to do to you.”
“How many more can there be?” I asked, climbing to my elbows.
His smile grew as he put a big hand on my chest and pushed me back down, pinning my body to the bed beneath him. “Baby, it would take me an entire lifetime to do all the things I want to do to you.”
The word “baby” did not go unnoticed again, and this time, it had a different effect on me. This “baby” wasn’t soft and gentle. Not with those eyes that penetrated me so deeply they rendered me transparent. Not with that breath against my face that smelled like a pina colada and tasted like salt, and not with that hand, holding me down underneath him so I had nowhere to go. This “baby” wasn’t gentle at all; it was rough and dripped with the promise of sex.
“What are you doing?” I asked after he’d done nothing to me for what felt like an eternity of agonizing sexual frustration.
“Trying to decide how to take you.”
“Take me however you like.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re saying to me?” His eyes were still consuming every single inch of my body.
“Yes.” I nodded and bit my lip, and this seemed to be the thing that set him off. That set me in motion too. It was so quick, so sudden, that I felt dizzy and disorientated. He’d flipped us round entirely, him lying on his back and me straddling him. Before I had a chance to catch my breath from that gymnastic maneuver, he grabbed my ass and started working my body up his, until I was straddling his chest.
“What are you doing?” I asked nervously, unsure of where he wanted me.
“I want you to sit on my face,” he said, holding me in place.
I looked down at him and gave a tentative nod.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, and I nodded again.
“You know what I’m going to ask you.”
My nod grew more vigorous, but the words seemed stuck.
“I . . . I want you to,” I finally managed.
He wasted no time. His head disappeared under me as I tensed my entire body, waiting for that first lick.
“Yes,” I whispered as his tongue lapped at my inner thigh.
He licked my other thigh, licked it all the way to the crease, to the place where my leg ended and something else began.
“Fuck. Yes,” I said again, and then gasped when he sank his teeth into my thigh. He bit my other thigh and I grabbed the headboard in front of me, using it to anchor myself. He tightened his grip on my hips. His hands were so big it felt like they enveloped my entire waist. And in that moment, it seemed as if he would never let me go. I looked down at him. His mouth was under me, waiting, but he was looking straight at me.
“Say what I like to hear once more, baby.”
“Yes,” I whispered, and watched him as he licked me.
I threw my head back and gripped the headboard. “Shit!”
“Look at me,” he said, and I instantly obeyed. We locked eyes and then he slowly licked me again. I slid my knees apart, opening my legs for him even more. Giving his tongue access to all of me. He licked me in long, slow moves, starting at the bottom and then working all the way to the top, to my clit, where he lingered only a second longer. But I needed more, and the next time he got to my clit, I ground into him, pressed down, and tried to hold his mouth in place for as long as possible. He laughed against me and, for a moment there, I worried that I might suffocate him.
“Just like that,” he said.
I gripped the headboard tighter and bucked my hips against him, dragged myself over his open mouth, over his chin. More and more of his face disappeared under me as I rocked back and forth with a freedom that I’d never felt before. I’d never had so few inhibitions. Never done this. Never forced my legs as wide open as I possibly could and rode a man’s face. The sounds of our wetness mingling together made me move even faster. He gripped my ass and began helping me, pushing me up and down, lapping at me messily, with no restraint at all. I began to pant. He let my ass go and grabbed my breasts, squeezed them and then plunged his tongue into me. I broke open for him. I threw my head back, gripped my thighs, dug my nails into them as I held myself in place so I could get every last moment out of my orgasm. When it was over, I fell backwards over his body and lay there, gasping for breath.
“So that’s what I’ve been missing, again,” I finally managed to say when my breathing had slowed enough for me to speak. I flinched at the feeling of his fingers stoking me and looked down. My legs were wide open, and he was looking straight into me. I almost closed them, but I didn’t. For some reason I felt a surge of power when I watched him staring at me like that. Staring at me as if he was addicted to what he was seeing. As if there was nothing else in the world he wanted more. He slipped his thumbs between my lips, and then pulled them open. He pulled them wider, until I felt like he had totally opened me up.
“Now it’s time,” he said, and started climbing out from under me. I fell onto the bed, face-first and stayed like that. I heard him pull out the condom, heard the final snap of it as he rolled it down. I waited like that for him to take me from behind, drive into me hard and fast. That would be very in line with what was currently happening—only he didn’t.
He rolled me over softly, placed his hands on either side of my head and then gently pushed my legs open with his knees. It was so smooth and slow it took me a moment to register his cock at my entrance, dipping in slowly and tentatively. He closed his eyes and groaned as he pushed it in just a little more. I watched his face, fascinated and exhilarated that I had this much power over him. I was giving him so much pleasure that he was moaning and trembling just by entering me ever so slightly. And then he finally slid into me. My muscles clenched around his length and width as he pushed his way in. He let out a long, loud moan, and for a moment there, I thought he’d come.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he said, keeping himself deep inside me. He lowered himself onto his elbows, coming even closer. I held my breath, waiting for him to begin. For him to thrust into me hard, and fast, for him to bite and suck at my nipples while he hammered into me and made me scream, but again, he didn’t. Instead, he kissed me, drawing himself in and out slowly and rhythmically as he did. He reached for my hands now, laced his fingers through mine and pushed them above my head, holding me in place as he made the smallest of moves inside me. He wasn’t pulling in and out anymore. He was moving his hips in small circles, buried deep inside me. His cock was able to trace every angle of me in slow, steady circles. I felt it starting to build. My muscles began clenching and unclenching. I opened my legs wider, wrapped them around him and pulled him closer. He kept kissing me as he rolled his hips in slow, steady circles, building pleasurable pressure inside me. He let go of one of my hands, reached down for my thigh, and pushed it up until my knee was as flat to my chest as it could be. I had no idea it was possible, but he was even deeper inside me now. Filling me, stretching me, making me ride a wave of pleasure that was about to tip me over to the other side.
I arched my back and he held me like this as he thrust into me one more time and I came. He sped up as my orgasm began and drove into me harder and faster. The orgasm kept going with this new and intense pace. He gripped my hips suddenly and then pulled me onto his lap, holding me in place with his huge hands as he slammed into me hard and fast, the sound of him slapping against me just making my orgasm longer and longer until I felt like I might die from it.
He held me close as the last of it fizzled through me. I put my head on his shoulder and stayed there, our bodies slick and wet with sweat, the taste of salt in my mouth and the feel of him still hard inside me. He pulled my head off his shoulder, held me in front of him and started moving inside me again. We rocked together slowly, looking at each other, studying each other’s faces as our bodies moved as one. I had no idea anymore where I ended and he began. I wrapped my legs round his back, sitting on his lap as he rocked me back and forth. He never sped up, never stopped looking at me, and I couldn’t have torn my eyes from his if I’d tried. It was as if he’d locked them in place and thrown away the key. His breathing became louder and faster, but still the pace never sped up—in fact, it slowed. He rocked me gently and slowly on his lap, holding my face still, but kissing me now. I kissed back. Deeply. Our tongues finding each other’s and moving together to the rhythm of our bodies. His grip on my face tightened, mine on his. We pulled our mouths apart when we were no longer able to kiss anymore, our breathing coming out fast and ragged and we moved together until we both came. I watched him closely as he came. His eyes tightened, every single muscle in his body bunched and froze in place as he held on to me as if he would never let me go, and I didn’t want him to let me go. And we didn’t.
When it was over, we wrapped our arms round each other and stayed like that. And this moment felt more intimate than any moment we’d shared before . . .
And it felt so, so good.
Too good.
And it felt like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
And it absolutely terrified me.
I inhaled and buried my face in his neck. My face fitted there perfectly. My body fitted perfectly. His cock fitted.
Too perfectly.
Uncontrollable tears fell from my eyes. Thankfully, he didn’t notice them because of all the sweat coating our bodies. They were not tears of sadness or happiness. They were tears of terror.
I kept coming back to that statement he’d made earlier about me being afraid to love. And then I sensed that other element that was out of my reach. Something else needed to be added to that equation. What was it? What was the final puzzle piece?
I felt it was becoming clearer to me. It was almost within my grasp. And I also felt that I was not going to like it when I finally knew what it was.